The World Mourns Poem by Tony Adah
The World Mourns
It is the will of the world not to go
Everybody work less to keep in
It is the will of man to remain immortal
Still his ways self destructs
There's a shrub swaying its leaves
Somewhere in the forest that when munched
Gives immortality to man but the heart of man is
So wicked that to stay a moment longer on earth
Is harm to the world
Yet nature is wicked to both the bad the good
And most times
The good leave earlier than the bad
And the world continues to mourn
While the wicked rejoice?
Really great poem, Tony! Excellent and even rhythms throughout it! Fantastic imagery and description of how most of the world is in mourning, while the wicked rejoice. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Truly, the virtuous endure and wicked rejoice at most times on earth.